Today, I took the plunge.
For the past year, Rico has worked tirelessly day and night on various side projects. I mean literally, he works from 7 a.m. until midnight every night.
While that is good for our long term investments, it’s bad for Momma’s sanity.
Working, taking care of kids mainly by yourself, trying to blog, occasionally trying to clean house…Momma has been a little frazzled.
And by frazzled…I mean…I’m about to PULL MY FREAKING HAIR OUT!
Due to the economy, I’ve put off doing things I used to do in order to take a little time for myself.
But I’d reached my limit.
I could not go another day without a pedicure and massage.
After weeks of not buying lunch with the girls at work and taking leftovers, I had enough money in the kitty for some “me” time.
And it was….
O.K.
I mean, if you call a massage with a Marlboro Red smokin’, will soon have a tracheotomy from cigarettes, constantly hacking over me, talking about her experimental cancer treatments in Mexico and her faith healer uncle in Washington State masseuse good.
I get there, undress and hop on the table and say, “Hi, my name is Dejoni and I’m gonna sleep for the next hour…glad to meet ya!”
She then proceeds to hack phlegm and talk for a solid hour. I don’t know how she caught what little breath she had from talking non-stop.
And for all this I paid her $60 because I am too nice to say “Please shut the crap up.”
I have done my saintly duty for the year…so everyone out there…you have been warned.
